Wings of Desire

Wings of Desire A songbird alarms lovers from exploring rest, when tender lashes brush a beating breast. An arced~bell, chorded by the wings of desire, vanquishes new love with a single wire. Chitter~chatter drifts through the receiver; the caller couldn't believe her bird would leave her. The songbird sings the lost song of May, she cheeps a melody that seems to say: "My beautiful bird, hope is on the phone. My heartwing is broken, must I suffer alone? My lonely bird, let us fly for awhile; I can teach you to sing with only one smile." The wings of desire lift memories as they lay; mid~spring blows into a nest far away. Time holds her breath, helplessly baited, silence chokes her as tolling faded. Man alit to meet his mate, like a winged hound. The bell ceased its ringing, it left lanquish resound~ T E A R S F A L L I N G from throbbing flesh; here is where he used to be seeking silk within her chest while breathing quietly. Yes, the bluebird returned, he found journey's fill. Phantom winds whistle, howling and haunting him still. Two birds made a nest, one more made a guest arrival. A reward was granted to winter's survival. The flutter of two hearts sang a songbird's desire; a three feathered love set two nests afire. Written March 26th, 2002 © on Mar 25 2002 03:57 PM PST   0 • 1